Forbidden Fruit Tattoo Novels & Stories

He grabs my wrist and kneels above me. “Anata no tame ni yoyaku-zumi, Reserved for you? For me?” he read my tattoo and tighten his grip on my wrist. “Your tattoo is turning me on, don’t you know that’s illegal?” he leans down and whispers that on my ears as he bites my helix. “Illegal?” I whisper. “Yes, because it’s tempting me to plant my seed on you.” I don’t know but that just heat up everything inside of me. “Ahhh…” I have a heavy breath when I felt his hands slowly pulling my underwear down.

He nodded and I touched his hand. His hand was so big. Trust me, if he tells you that I was attacked by a shark you'd believe it. His hand had a lot of scars and I'm pretty sure this Datura Flower tattoo is covering a bad scar oh and it has a tiny text underneath… Co-sa No-stra. What's that? “Cosa Nostra. What does it mean?” I asked as I read the tiny text under the Datura Flower. “I'll have to kill you if I tell you.”

A pretty pink pussy with puffy lips already flowering open in arousal greeted me, her mons shaved completely bare. I chuckled. "I was half-expecting you to have a neon blue landing patch." Holly giggled. "That's a good idea, actually." "I like the tattoo though," I added, pointing to the small image of a pair of red cherries joined together by a green leaf tattooed within her bikini area. Holly giggled again. "Only a select few ever get to see THAT one."

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

" Yes of course." " Okay, get ready cause is long..." He said why putting down his food. " Okay firstly, I have one on my chest a wing tattoo which signifies liberty for me. On my forearm, the word GO is written in capital letters cause I love traveling. On my right bicep a big moon representing darkness, on my thorax a rose surrounded with thorns representing the lovely but difficult relationship with my mom. Here,( showing me his left hand) three birds on the back of my left hand representing freedom of choice. On my left-right arm my name written in Chinese, this one, I have done it in Japan during one of my trips. On my left palm a roaring lion representing power. On my right middle fing

I started touching myself through my swimsuit, my breathing getting heavier as I watched them look at me. "Fuck," I moaned softly. "Yeah?" Thomas asked, that dangerous smile on his face. I pulled my swimsuit to the side and slipped my fingers inside, finding that sweet spot immediately. I was so wet already, so ready. Mila moved closer and kissed me while I touched myself. Thomas's hand found my other breast, squeezing it through the fabric of my top. "More," I whispered. "I want more." Thomas pulled my top down. Mila went to my nipples with her mouth while Thomas moved lower, pulling my swimsuit completely off. His fingers replaced mine, then his mouth found my pussy.

Forrest asks, voice carefully neutral. I reach into my bag with hands that don't feel like my own, fingers closing around the familiar bottle. I pull it out—small, brown, unlabeled except for a handwritten sticker that says Metabolic Support in my sister's neat cursive. I've seen it a hundred times. I never once looked closer. Forrest takes it from me, turning it over in his hands. He unscrews the cap, tips one of the pills into his palm—small, white, utterly unremarkable. He holds it up to the light, then brings it to his nose, inhaling once.

We sat on the garden ground with a picnic mat eating fruits, I thought she came to see me but apparently she came to eat fruits, Swallowing, she said, “of course I am, why wouldn't I be?” Moaning, “oh my god Lisa, how exactly do they farm these grapes it's so good,” Sighing I ignored her rubbing my stomach, “I'm glad you're enjoying your grapes,” I muttered to myself. All I want right now is to be wrapped up in Daniel's arms, I don't know exactly where it started but right now all I want is Daniel every time and minute.

Finally, he saw me. But Andrea sat at his side. Her hand rested near his. Her smile draped across her lips like poison. And in that moment, I knew. Whatever this bond was, whatever this love was, it was forbidden.